Little Phoenix

In the blink of an eye, the little yellow chick's dull and lifeless body began to glow with a brilliant light. Although it did not continue to burn its Phoenix blood essence and did not conjure the shape of a Phoenix, Ling Chuxi could clearly feel the king's Qi of the Phoenix cry from the ninth heaven.

Its strength had finally increased!

Ling Chuxi almost cried tears of joy. She had finally realized that although the heavenly energy that had been devoured by the Mirage spirit worm could not be used by her yet, it could be absorbed by little yellow. After all, the physique of a Phoenix's descendant was fundamentally different from humans and even other spiritual beasts.

The tiny Dao Heart Stone was still pouring out the power of the heavenly Dao like a tidal wave. However, the hundreds of Mirage spirit insects could no longer pose any threat to Ling Chuxi.